When I showed up the next Monday, the coach was clearly surprised. “It’s way out of my expectation that you appear. But we’re training for the approaching Women’s Baseball League. Can you?”asked the coach, his eyebrows raising. “Can I?”With this question lingering in my mind, I lowered my gaze. An air ofsilence enveloped the room.After what seemed centuries, I looked up, nodding, “Yes, I can.” Sensing my determination, the coach ultimately agreed to include me in his team, after which my first training as anamateur baseball player started.
“Impressive catch!” my teammates cheered for my performance after the training. “What huge progress you have achieved!” exclaimed someone in awe. Hearing my teammates’praise and encouragement, I felt my cheeks flush red, as the cool gentle breeze caressed my face. Still, I was lacking in confidence, fearing that I could not be qualified for the league.Seeing worries spreading over my face, several girls comforted, “We believe you can.” Their warm and consistent supportalmost moved me to tears.Since then, I have been devoting myself wholeheartedly to the following training sessions in the hope that I can make a useful contribution to the team.
